I was amazed when I saw what Hogwarts looked like. It was a majestic castle that had hundreds of glittering lights.

"This place is beautiful!" I said, mesmorized as we walked into the castle.

"Yeah, it is." Harry said, a smile on his face. "I really missed this place."

We stood in a crowded entrance hall, with Ron and Hermione, who were standing extrememly close, and whispering to eachother. My guess was that they were dating.

And a little farther away from us, was Draco Malfoy. When I looked over at him, he smiled at me, I rolled my eyes. Yet, he continued to stare.

A girl who was standing next to him noticed he was no longer paying attention to her. She followed his gaze and looked at me. "Draco, why are you staring at that girl?!" She asked in a shrilly, panicked voice.

"I'm not." Malfoy said, not even bothering to take his eyes off of me.

"Yes, you are!" She insisted. "Who is she? What's her name? Why are you looking her?" She was practically yelling. People were now staring.

"Calm down," Malfoy said finally taking his eyes off of me, "You're causing a scene. Stop acting so ridiculous!"

I looked away as the girl responded angrily. "Who is that girl?" I asked Harry.

"That's Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy's girlfriend." Harry explained. "She's really clingy, and extremely jealous. I suppose she's got a good reason though. Malfoy has been known to have cheated a few times."

"Well, she's got nothing to worry about with me, that's for sure." I said.

"Miss Sloane Jules, if you could please come with me." A woman with grey hair in a tight bun said.

Harry gave me a reassuring smile as I walked towards the woman. "You need to be sorted." She said as I followed her.

Suddenly, I was surrounder by much smaller people. They looked up at me, seeming to be both intrigued and frightened.

The woman told us to follow her and we were led into a huge room, with four long tables, that were filled with the students I had been standing with in the entrance hall.

"When I call your name, you will come foward, and sit on the stool." The woman explained. "I shall place the hat on your head, and it will decide which house you will be in. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff."

She had immediately started calling names, while I wondered how the hell a hat was supposed to determine what house we're in.

First year after first year was called up and sorted. I quickly realized Harry and his friends were in Gryffindor, and Malfoy and his whiny girlfriend were in Slytherin. I also noticed the weird blonde girl from the train was in Ravenclaw.

My legs were starting to hurt from standing so much, and I was about ready to use one of these kids as an armrest, when my name was called.

"Jules, Sloane!"

I quickly walked up there and sat down, my legs immediately felt better. The hat was placed on my head.

"Hmm, where to put you?" A voice that wasn't mine said in my head. I looked around wildly, wondering where it was coming from.

"Not in Ravenclaw you don't have the brains for that."

"Hey!" I said in my head.

"Not Hufflepuff, either." The hat continued. "Slytherin or Gryffindor?" I honestly didn't care, I just wanted to hurry up and get sorted, so I could eat.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted. The hat was taken off my head. I got up, and made my way to the clapping table. I took a seat next to Harry.

"I was hoping you'd get into Gryffindor." He said beaming. "Welcome."

"Thanks." I said smiling.

The sorting continued, and when it was finally done, food appeared. I quickly filled my plate. The feast was excellent, expect for when I watched Ron eat. He'd shove food in his mouth, and then he'd talk. It was quite repulsive.

After the feast, Harry showed me to where we'd be sleeping. First there was a commonroom, and then stairs that led to our dormitories. One flight led to the girl's, the other to the boy's.

When I got up to my dormitory, my things were already there. As I settled in, Hermione walked in. I gave her a smile, I was relieved I knew at least knew one person.

As I put a picture of me and Kale on my nightstand next to my bed, Hermione said, "Is that your boyfriend?"

"Kind of," I said. "It's really complicated"

"I see," Hermione said nodding.

"Are you and Ron dating?" I asked.

"Yes." Hermione said, smiling. We didn't say much after that. Soon I climbed in bed, thinking about Kale.
--"Woah, slow down," I said, as he took off my shirt. He was drunk, extremely drunk.

"It's okay," he slurred. "Calm down, it's fine." It wasn't fine. Nothing was ever fine when he was drunk.

We started kissing again, our hands roaming all over eachother. His lips moved down to my neck, and I moaned in with pleasure as he nibbled on my neck. The nibbling suddenly became harder, I felt his teeth biting my neck. I didn't feel pleasure anymore, I felt pain.

"Stop it you're hurting me." I said. He didn't stop, if anything, I felt more pain. "Seriously, you're hurting me stop!" He still didn't stop, I tried to push him off of me,but he was too strong.

"Get off me!" I screamed. His hand came up, and he slapped me across the face. I gasped in pain. Tears filled my eyes as I stared up at him in shock.

He got off of me, looking horrified. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I sat up, still looking at him. "Please forgive me, I'm so sorry."

He reached out to touch me, and I flinched, scared I was going to receive another blow. He touched me gently, I looked into his eyes, he did look really sorry. "It's okay," I whispered. "I forgive you."

He gave me a small smile, and kissed me gently on the lips. "I'm sorry," he repeated as he hugged me. "I promise it will never happen again." He whispered softly in my ear.

I nodded, actually believing him.

I woke up with a start. I sat up hitting my head with my hand, trying to knock the memory out of it. "Get out of there." I whispered.

After receiving my schedule, I went in search of all my classes, so I wouldn't have any problems getting there. While I was looking for my second class of the day, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to see none other than Draco Malfoy coming towards me.

"Hey, Sloane." He said giving me a charming smile. Too bad for him that I knew, behind that charming smile was a horrible person.

"Hi," I said flatly, as I kept walking.

"It's too bad you didn't get into Slytherin, we could have seen more of eachother." He said walking next to me.

"And who is that too bad for?" I asked.

"Me."

"Oh, well, for me it's a good thing." I said, hoping he would take a hint and leave me alone. He didn't.

"So, what are you doing?" Malfoy asked.

"That doesn't concern you." I said not looking at him.

"Well, if it did concern me, what would you say?" He asked, smirking.

I sighed, "I'm looking for my classes."

"Which class?"

"None of your business." I said rudely.

"Nice. I love that class, it's my favorite." He smiled.

I stopped and looked at him, what was his deal?

"Shouldn't you be having breakfast with your whiny girlfriend?" I asked.

"No." He said simply, "Shouldn't you be having breakfast with your boyfriend, Saint Potter?" Malfoy asked raising his eyebrows.

"Harry is not my boyfriend." I said as I continued walking, hoping he couldn't see me blushing. "I barely even know him."

"Well, don't you read the Daily Prophet?"

"Yes, but those are lies. I don't believe a word of the utter shit Rita Skeeter wrote about Harry."

"Hey, not all of what Skeeter wrote was utter shit, you know." Malfoy said sounding slightly defensive. "She had some really good sources."

I stared at him for a moment. Draco Malfoy, that sounded quite familiar. Then it hit me. "Hey, you were in the Daily Prophet weren't you?" I asked. "You said all those horrible things about the game keeper."

"That's me." He said grinning.

"I thought so. You know, you're very brave for showing the whole world you're a jerk." I said. "And your girlfriend was in it too. She said Hermione was ugly. Personally, I don't think she has any room to talk, she's pretty ugly herself. She's got that pug nose, you know?" I smirked.

Malfoy stopped and looked at me, I stopped too. Waiting for him to explode, "You know." He said, "You're right, she does have a pug nose, and she's not the best looking girl, either."

I gaped at him. Any other guy would be so mad that I insulted his girlfriend that he'd want to hit me, but remember I'm a girl, so he couldn't, and instead he'd call me a bitch and walk away, vowing to never speak to me again. That was the reaction I was hoping for.

Malfoy was clearly relentless. I groaned and kept walking.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked hurrying to catch up with me.

"Go away, Malfoy." I said looking straight foward.

"Malfoy, huh?" He asked. "I see Saint Potter has already turned you against me."

I stopped abruptly and faced him. "You did that yourself when you tripped me and didn't apologize!"

"I did apologize." He said.

"Yeah, after the fact, that doesn't count." I said angrily.

He took a step towards me, which made him way too close for my comfort. But, I stood my ground. "I'm not a bad guy, Sloane." Malfoy said.

I scoffed. "Yes you are. Just because you say you aren't, doesn't mean anything. You've already shown me you are." I said coldly.

He took a step back. "I guess I'll leave now." He said.

"Thank you."

A smirk came across his face, "Our first lesson starts in fifteen minutes, and we have class together. I want to give you time to miss me."

"I wouldn't count on that happening." I said glaring at him.

"Until next time." He said grabbing my hand and kissing it. I snatched my hand away, slapping him in the process. I thought for sure he'd be pissed.

Instead he grinned seductively, "I like it rough." He said.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed turning on my heel and stalking away. This may have been the end of our conversation for now, but I knew it was just the beginning of Malfoy's attempts to convince me he wasn't a bad guy.